Driving into the Qu’Appelle Valley north of Regina, Saskatchewan, I saw this tree and stopped.
Graceful and covered in hoar frost, it grows by a drop-off into the valley with blue hills behind. A single furrow of deer tracks led across the road, through the field towards it, and coyote tracks also stamped the nearby snow. Or perhaps those came from a dog wandering the snow, far from any house.
Winter has its own (cold) beauty.